While Qin Huairu and Lou Xiao'e were busy at home, Chen Ping had already rushed to the nearest supply and marketing cooperative.
It was thirty today.
The construction team in the power distribution room started at ten o'clock sharp.
Hence, he had some time in the morning.
Every year, the afternoon of the 30th was the busiest time in the supply and marketing cooperative.
There were many people buying New Year goods.
Chen Ping squeezed his way to the daily makeup counter.
He wanted to buy a box of cream and a box of clam oil.
Ever since Qin Huairu came to the house, she had to wash her clothes outside every time.
Even though it was hot water to wash clothes.
However, the water would get cold after a while.
After a long time, her hands were frozen.
Originally, Qin Huairu was a village girl who often did farm work in her hometown. Therefore, this bit of hard work was nothing.
The key was that Chen Ping's heart ached.
Furthermore, Qin Huairu had a good physique.
Although she often did rough work, her skin was always smooth and fair without any maintenance. It looked very tender.
Therefore, Chen Ping did not want her hands to become rough.
Ordinary people could afford clam oil. A small box was only a few cents more.
However, most women were reluctant to buy it.
He was unwilling to spend even a few cents.
After all, the end of the fifties was too bitter.
Money had to be spent on the blade.
However, Chen Ping really did not care about these few cents.
He even wanted to buy some cream for Qin Huairu to apply.
Skin care and beauty.
My system has already been activated. Isn't it easy to raise a wife?
Squeezing into the counter.
Chen Ping didn't say anything else and bought five boxes of clam oil.
Seventy cents for a small box.
It was very affordable.
Then, he looked at the cream on the counter.
They were selling the vanishing cream of the Ya Shuang brand.
In the late fifties, this cream was definitely a famous brand.
The most eye-catching symbol was the picture of the famous celebrity Bai Yang on the box.
She was a very beautiful and charming woman.
"Hello, how much is the cream for Ya Shuang?" Chen Ping pointed casually.”
When the salesperson saw him asking about the cream, she immediately smiled."Comrade, this bottle is 5.20 yuan.”
"Give me a bottle."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding people looked at him with envy.
Good fellow!
It was more than five yuan.
It was not ambiguous at all.
The women were jealous.
Who didn't want to apply cream?
It was fragrant.
It was a pity that his own man did not buy it.
Some simply couldn't afford it.
Five yuan was enough to buy a bunch of New Year's goods.
Soon, the salesperson brought the cream to Chen Ping and said with a smile,"Comrade, you're really thoughtful. Use this as a New Year's gift. Your wife will definitely like it.”
"Hehe, I also think that she will definitely like it.”
With that, he paid the money and left.
It was straightforward.
Behind him.
The group of old ladies looked at him with infatuated gazes.
On the other hand, the group of old masters looked indignant.
What was there to show off?
After leaving the daily store counter, when Chen Ping turned around to go out, he suddenly glanced at the place where the radio was sold at the hardware counter.
Oh right, he still had a radio ticket in his hand.
Let's just do it.
He bought it today.
Since it was the new year, he would treat it as a new year present for Qin Huairu.
In this day and age, a radio was a genuine big piece.
Normally, if someone owned a crystal radio, it would be equivalent to owning a Mercedes-Benz or BMW in modern times.
This radio cost more than 100 yuan.
According to the salary of an ordinary worker, it was equivalent to half a year's salary.
I bought it.
Chen Ping turned around and squeezed into the purchasing counter of Wujinjiao Electric.
There was a new radio on the counter.
In Chen Ping's eyes, this thing was as old as an antique.
However, in this era, this thing was a luxury item.
The purchasing point sold Yellow River brand radio sets.
This radio was just launched last year, and it was a new model produced by Shanghai Radio Factory.
It had a black shell and a dark red panel.
There were only two buttons under the loudspeaker.
One was to control the volume, and the other was to adjust the channel.
In the factory, there were old masters who knew electricity who could make their own radio sets.
He just went to the hardware counter to buy a LED and a magnetic rod coil. He wrapped it around himself, wound it around, and then Soldered it.
He could listen to the radio after tinkering with it.
However, the effect was too weak and unstable.
It was good for children to play with.
If he really wanted to listen to the radio, listen to storytelling, or listen to weekly songs, he would have to buy a radio.
The radio was also very particular.
Nowadays, everyone was paying attention to 'managing' more.
The more he cared, the better.
This Yellow River brand radio had four tubes, which was already quite good.
"Sir, how much is the radio?" Chen Ping waved at the salesperson.”
Swoosh!
As soon as he finished speaking, the gazes of the surrounding people fell on him.
Buying this thing would always attract attention.
In fact, most of the people gathered here were just here to join in the fun.
He just wanted to see what the radio looked like.
After all, not everyone could afford it.
And sometimes, the supply and marketing cooperative would use one as a demonstration for advertising purposes.
Therefore, many people liked to listen to the radio.
The salesperson quickly came over and said with a smile,"Comrade, the price of this Yellow River brand radio is ninety-five yuan. Do you have tickets?"
"Yes."
Chen Ping directly handed over the radio ticket.
There were no fakes produced by the system.
After the salesperson took the ticket and checked it, she immediately smiled and said,"Comrade, the receipt is correct. Do I need to buy it? Pay here."
"I'll buy one." Chen Ping waved his hand.”
The surrounding people were in an uproar.
That feeling was like buying a cabbage.
Ten minutes later.
The radio was packed.
Chen Ping held the radio box, separated the crowd, and strode out of the supply and marketing cooperative.
This year was a happy one!
He could listen to the radio!
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